Nadia Nightside's Best of 2015

by Nadia Nightside

  They hung up in unison, each dialing a new number on their own phones, and beginning again. “I'm just a stupid slut...”

  Warren, smiling, showed his phone to Tasia and the social media feed, where those same exact words were posted again and again on the girls' newsfeeds.

  “This is Belle and Katie,” Warren explained. “I've had them call a number of their associates. Family members. Old boyfriends and girlfriends.”

  Tasia's eyes widened a bit. That was...sort of diabolical. These girls were humiliating themselves on every stage of their lives. Anyone who knew them would know that they were just calling themselves stupid, cockloving whores.

  “They were very rude to me. Do you know what they did?”

  Of course she didn’t. She let her Master talk.

  “They tried to kick me out of my own place of work. They wanted to endanger my life. My livelihood.”

  Rage rose up in Tasia. These bitches. These cunts. How...how dare they? Master was too good to ever deny. He put a hand on her shoulder, calming her.

  “But we’ll see if they can make it up to me. Perhaps their minds have changed. Your God is a forgiving God, Tasia.”

  He snapped his fingers. Instantly, the two girls straightened, shaking their heads slightly, as if coming out of a trance. They turned their phones off and threw them away.

  Was that what it was? Was that...had her Master done that to her? With the watch?

  Intense feelings of calm suddenly sat down on her brain. Who cared? He was perfect. Let him do what he wants.

  Belle and Katie slowly came out of a long daze, and when their eyes refocused, they saw Master waiting for them to speak. Warren wrapped his hand on Tasia's ass, gripping hard. Tasia started breathing fast, her pussy leaking down past her thighs.

  “We’re so sorry, Sir,” said Belle.

  Katie nodded. “Yeah. Super sorry.”

  “It was totally wrong for us to think we could do the show without you. How could we possibly?”

  “We couldn’t possibly. We're just stupid sluts.”

  Belle pouted. “Really, super dumb whores. We have to work for you again. Please, Sir?”

  “Please? We’ll do anything.”

  Warren smiled. “Anything?”

  “Oh yes, anything!” they said in unison.

  “I want you to suck my cock.”

  “Oh my god!” Belle’s face brightened immediately. “God, I thought you would...you would want me to burn down a hospital or rob a bank or something insane.”

  Katie nodded. “Right? I thought he would like, want us to wrestle in mud or take food from children or something. We’d be happy to suck your cock, Sir.”

  Belle nodded. “Oh yes. So, so happy.”

  His grip on Tasia's ass tightened.

  “First, you two should kiss.”

  Katie nodded urgently, eyes wide, sliding her mouth into Belle’s, and they kissed passionately.

  “Katie's never kissed Belle before,” he informed Tasia. “I made sure she still had a crush on her. And Belle has one on Katie. Neither is quite sure the other is really attracted to her, so they're always going to be trying to prove it to one another. You see?” He pointed, watching Katie stifle hot little moans as she ran her lips down Belle's luscious neck. “I'm not so bad a guy.”

  He sounded somewhat like he was trying to convince himself.

  “You're wonderful, Master,” said Tasia.

  Soon, he tired of the show, and wanted to join in himself. Tasia led him to where she had set up a mattress, at his orders. King-sized and big enough for all of three of them in the middle of the warehouse. Nearby were a series of pillars and an old table that once held some kind of robotic arm.

  Warren undressed completely, all three girls waiting on the bed for him. Touching one another at his order. Tasia's hand in Belle's pussy, Katie's hands in Tasia's pussy, Belle's hands in Katie's pussy. Rubbing clits, moaning softly as they waited.

  Tasia had never touched another woman like this before. She didn't care. It was so, so right to do whatever her Master suggested.

  He approached with his cock already fully hard. Smiling, he slid the length across Belle's face, then Katie's, and then finally Tasia's. Each delivering soulful kisses to the shaft as he crossed their paths.

  In short order, Tasia was the only one left on her knees, sucking her Master's cock lovingly. |To his right was Belle, to his left Katie. He kissed one while the other cooed in his ear or cheered on Tasia, and then he would switch off. When one of the girls whined enough, he pushed Tasia off her knees, having her switch places with Katie. Then Belle sucked him as the other two performed as before. And so on this circuit went for several minutes, getting him excited enough to fuck one of them.

  But who would it be? Tasia prayed for herself...but Master had eyes especially for Belle, it seemed.

  He pushed the dark-haired, big-titted beauty down on the mattress, spreading her legs wide. His hands gripped those big, fake tits, squeezing tight and wrenching this way and that, until Belle squeaked in pain. That made him grin. Then, shuddering and heaving with heavy, aroused breaths, he shoved inside of her cunt.

  “Fuck,” he stuttered, entering her whole-heartedly. “You're...you...are you a virgin?”

  Tasia had taken to tracing Master's back muscles with a longing finger, adoring the firm musculature he boasted. His body was so perfect. She saw no flaws, anywhere—just like he had ordered her.

  “Yes, Master,” said Belle. Any pain that she might have felt had been wiped away with the pleasure of obedience instilled in her. “Is that acceptable?”

  “No...I mean, yes.” He grunted, pushing in and out, clearly hard as a rock. “I'm just...fuck. Surprised. It's perfect in there.”

  “Lots of girls get pregnant on their first time,” Tasia suggested, kneeling down next to Master. “Maybe Belle will too?”

  “You'd like that, huh? For me to get her pregnant?”

  Tasia nodded intently. “Yes, Sir. You deserve pregnant sluts worshiping your cock with their fertile little bodies. Doesn't he, Katie?”

  Katie looked dazed from lust. All this talk of pregnancy, fucking, had an effect. “Yes. Oh, fuck. Yes. And me too? And Tasia? All of us pregnant? You can do it. You're so fucking virile...”

  “B-but me first?” Belle moaned. She was gyrating her hips, eager for more movement of his cock. “Please? Fuck me, Sir, please! Teach me a lesson! Teach me how to serve you. I'm just a stupid slut. I won't know how to do it unless you show me.”

  Her voice was husky, lustful. All of their voices were. Warren thrust harder inside of her, gathering her legs up under his arms. Her knees pressed against those big fat tits, the angle of his penetration deep.

  “Yeah, do it, Master! Teach her!” Tasia kissed and bit his shoulder. “Show her what it means to obey.”

  Katie nodded. She had her hands wrapped around Belle's throat, restricting her airflow. The positioning made it easy for her to kiss Master again and again as he drove deeper into Belle's virgin-tight cunt.

  “God, yes,” moaned Katie. “I want to watch this bitch strain from your big cock, Sir. Please? Won’t you teach her?”

  “Yes!” Belle’s eyes glimmered with need. Her voice husky and low from Katie's choking. “D-do it! Show me how wrong I was for defying you. Please, won’t you?”

  In that moment, Tasia’s heart filled with community and love. They all wanted the same thing. They wanted their Master’s vindication; they wanted their Master to feel the absoluteness of power that only he and he only deserved.

  “Do it, Master,” Tasia urged him. “Please. We all need it. We do. Cum in her. Oh god, please, cum in her now!”

  “Ruin my life, Master.” Belle urged him. “Own me with your seed.”

  “Yes, Master, please!” Katie choked Belle harder now, restricting her voice entirely. “She won't be able to do anything when she's pregnant. You'll tear her life apart. Do it, please! Do it! Fucking ruin her! Ruin her body! Ruin her life with your seed, oh
god Master please!”

  His thrusts became wild and fast. There was no stopping him. Tasia's heard overturned with pleasure and lust as she watched him empty inside of Belle. His seed overflowed from her cunt, spilling out onto the mattress below.

  “Thank you, Master.”

  Tasia said it in time with the other three. In her orgasmic haze, she could not tell truly whether it was her voice or theirs that she heard as she wrapped her body in a loving embrace around her only true reason for living. Her hand took a hold around her Master's cock, and she was surprised and even a little scared to find it still hard. How was he doing it?

  Master turned then to Katie, ordering her to spread her legs.

  “Do it,” Belle urged in her cumdrunk voice, wrapping her hands around Katie's throat. “Ruin her life, Sir. Fill her up. Get her pregnant. Ruin her forever...mark her as yours.”

  Tasia's jaw trembled with lust as she watched her Master's wicked grin. She knew he would have no mercy on Katie. None at all.

  * * * * *

  Warren sighed. Contentment. That was this feeling. Belle still happily marrying her mouth to his cock. Vow after vow of obedience and trust.

  Tasia was wrapped under one arm, Katie the other. Their noses cutely snuggled one another on his broad chest.

  The day was done, and a complete success. But he still had to attend to his wife. And the loan shark. And Saturday's show.

  He thought he knew very well how ready he was. But truly, he had no idea.

  Other Books In This Series:

  Revenge On His Snobby Household

  Revenge On His Unfaithful Wife

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  Lust Fever

  In this hot anthology series, a virus breaks out that turns regular men into breeders—hulking studs with heavy balls full of virile spunk made to breed every woman they come across. And the virus likewise turns women into fertile fuckpets—eager to be bred and eager to fuck whoever they see. It continues in a small town in “Lust Fever 2,” and then on a Spring Break getaway for a group of college girls in “Lust Fever 3.”

  Hour 20

  The two had forgotten their names long before. Such knowledge was extinguished before the all-consuming heat of the virus throbbing through their blood, fueling their lust.

  They were in a car somehow. Where they drove to was anyone's guess. They themselves no longer really had the ability to guess. All their brainpower had been rededicated to mindless, endless rutting.

  The woman sucked at the man's cock in fervent bobs as he gripped the wheel and kept them safe on the road. In all truth, she had forgotten more than just her name. She had forgotten that there was ever a time in existence when she hadn't had her mouth mindlessly attached to his cock. She had forgotten that other men existed. She had forgotten there was anything to living other than blindly moaning on a thick, ripped shaft of a masculine being, sucking him down and praying for another glorious spurt of his load down her eager, needy throat.

  And he, in turn, had forgotten that women were ever used for anything else. He had forgotten everything but the need to protect, to provide, and to breed. That's all he was anymore. That's all life was for him—the human brain, once the co-model of life's evolution, had been downgraded to those three simple tasks.

  And for his complete embrace of his true role, nature had rewarded him with a pretty young cocksucking female, whose other half of that model brain in turn only knew two roles of her own: to please and to breed.

  * * * * *

  “Is it the same as before?” asked Pruitt. “I haven't ducked in here in a couple of months.”

  “Of course not.” Martinez shook his head. “We’ve already got the control case. We’re experimenting now.”

  “Is it still transferable by contact? Kissing, licking, fucking...?”

  “Transferable, totally. They’ll be in a clean room. No contact from the professionals unless there’s trouble. Or until they die from overheating.”

  “Overheating?”

  Pruitt shrugged. “They fuck too often and they overheat. It’s happened with all of them so far. Within about twenty-four hours of initial contact.”

  “And we’re trying to stop that?”

  “Well, it’s no use as a weapon if they die too soon to spread it. Ideally, they’d be alive for about a week or so. Even a month.”

  “A month is too long. It would get way out of control if it was a month.”

  “Well, three weeks, then. I don’t know. I’m not the tactical guy. I’m just a chemist. They want people to last longer, so it’s going to be longer. Or, that's the idea, anyway.”

  “So what else is different? From last time I was here?”

  “Smell.”

  “Smell?”

  “Of emissions. Pheromones. It was in the last batch, but it’ll be more potent this time around. To help with the transfer.”

  “How long do you think before they start fucking?”

  Martinez shrugged. “Maybe three hours? It was five last time.”

  “With a twenty-four hour life expectancy?”

  “I’m hoping to bump it up to thirty. But more or less.”

  “Twenty-seven hours of fucking.” Pruitt whistled. “What a way to go.”

  “Wait till you see the chick. We got a beauty this time.”

  * * * * *

  Hour -2

  Frank entered the small room with some trepidation. There was a table in the middle, and a heavyset middle-aged man sitting down on one side of it. He had his arms crossed, a pleasant smile on his face.

  “Please, take a seat.” The man spread his hands.

  The chair was metal and hard. Frank disliked interviews. One of the perks of running his own handyman business was that he never had to sit through any sort of job interview. Another perk, though, was that he made his own schedule, and this institute was offering five thousand dollars to qualified applicants for three days of their time.

  Frank, a larger man, didn’t fit all the way on the chair beneath him, and shifted uncomfortably, trying to find his seat. He’d had problems with his back for nearly a year now—common in his line of work—but the pain it caused combined with his relatively young age gave him worry.

  The man spoke into a small recorder on the table. “Frank Tasset. Thirty-two years old.”

  “That’s me.”

  “We’ve just got a few questions here, Frank. We want to make sure you’re who we’re looking for.”

  “I figured.”

  “You’re uncomfortable.”

  It wasn’t a question.

  “I’m all right. It’s a little cold in here, is all. And you got us wearing these jumpsuits.”

  He tugged at the paper-thin fabric that they had put him in. The outfit was a light teal. Easy to see in the bright lights of the large complex where they had brought him and several others. It was like the sort of scrubs a doctor might wear, except the material thinner, like what a hospital gown was made from.

  “They’re necessary. Sorry.”

  “You’re not wearing one.”

  The man wore a lab coat over a collared shirt and slacks. He shrugged. “We have different roles. May we approach the questions at hand?”

  “Sure.”

  “What do you do, Mister Tasset?”

  That was all on the forms Frank had filled out. He figured the question was just to get him talking. That was fine. After four hours of waiting around in a cell, he was happy to gab a little.

  “I run a small handyman business in my hometown. There’s a few other people in town that do it, but I’m the honest one. Of course,” he laughed, “they say that too. So who knows.”

  “Are you honest?”

  “My word is my bond, I’ll tell you that. That’s why I couldn’t ever get married.”

  “How do you mean?”

  “I’d cheat on her. I like to fuck around. There’s no getting around it. I don’t believe in sticking with just one person. Doesn’t make any goddamn sense.”

 
; The man shuffled his papers for a few moments, ticking off marks on the paper with his pen.

  “What’s your sex life like?”

  Frank laughed again. It was a harsh, rough sound that reverberated against the walls of the small room. “Wow. Right into it, huh?”

  The man didn’t answer, waiting.

  “All right. It’s pretty good. I haven’t been laid in, I don’t know, three days. Today’s Wednesday? So three days. Late Saturday. Or early Sunday. It was okay. She went down...do you want to know all this?”

  “Any detail you provide will be helpful.”

  “She went down on me and then after a couple of hours we screwed in the back of her car when I drove her home. I’d had too much to drink before then, was why we waited.”

  “And before that? Was your sex life regular?”

  “Sure. I’d say every other weekend or so. I got money and I spend it, so girls come around. I’m not particular in who I go out with. Sometimes it’s the same lady as some other night. There’s sort of a crowd, if you catch my meaning.”

  “What’s your ideal woman?”

  “Ideal woman?” he snorted. “I don’t really think there is one.”

  “You’re straight, aren’t you? Heterosexual?”

  “Of course I am. But you’re talking about ideal woman like I’m supposed to fall in love some day. Get shacked up.” He shook his head. “Not gonna happen. I’ve got a vasectomy. I only ever shoot blanks.”

  “The vasectomy,” said the man. “That was your idea?”

  “Oh yeah. I don’t like kids. Don’t want any. Never have. It’s just easier this way.”

  “I see. But all of that means you don’t have an ideal woman? Don’t you like sex?”

  “Hell, I love to screw. But if that’s what you’re looking for, fine. My ideal woman is, I don’t know. Big-breasted. Red hair. Thick red lips. Like that girl from that business show? The one where they're in the fifties or whatever and they sell stuff. That one. I fuck her, I leave her, she doesn’t whine or complain the entire time. She’s got a nice smile on her face for me when I arrive, while we’re together, and when I leave. That’s all.”